Boy, things have changed in the last 25 years...
Everything and everywhere has. Even us. I realise this every time I look in a mirror...
Coincidentally, my only two visits to Greece were to Rhodes (which I loved), Mykonos (which I hated) and Kos (where I was in prison for four days, an unexpected experience which ended when a kind magistrate levied a 'peppercorn' fine on me in his court and then treated me to a lavish boozy lunch before I was taken to the ferry and sent off to Athens, a story I really must write before I shuffle off this mortal coil) in 1971 and a longer trek around as many parts of that beautiful if wild country I could cram into two weeks of free time in Europe in 1984. I have always wanted to return, but I've never made it.
Pan, if you have photographs of any of those lovely islands I saw so long ago, I would be keen to see them.
You know, this thread has really expanded into so many interesting byways...
What Archiver wrote (in #120) resonates with me. I'm far from being a shy type, but in my photography I instinctively hold back from going too close to people unless they specifically want a close-up/portrait of themselves. So my archives are full of images taken at distances of 3-5 meters. Not too close, yet not too far as to make individual faces indistinct. A happy medium distance, as it were.
As for online anonymity, well. I learned long ago in business that if you want to know everything important about someone, all you have to do it to get a copy of their credit report. The essential data is all there. What those agencies know and hold about us is - scary.
I too prefer to hide behind the camera rather than to be in front of it. Odd, this, as until I turned 40 I was madly keen on selfies and made sure I had photos of myself (like Pan I relied on tripods and self timers) in all the interesting places I went to, all the better for me as I often went out and still travel on my own and didn't/don't have anyone with me to take those shots. Now I treasure them, even if I sometimes look in a mirror and wonder if the Frankenstein I see reflected was that same male cutie on that beach in Tahiti in 1974. I was never good at getting model releases so I have scads of good images of persons I would like to use (the images I mean) but can't for legal reasons. Not that most of my long ago subjects would recognize themselves in photo anyway, but there is always the possibility. Many years ago I quoted two lines from a research document without a credit, in an essay I wrote for an obscure publication, and sure enough, a few months later a lawyer's letter arrived in the post. (Thankfully, the matter was settled in a friendly way and at no cost to me, only a letter to the editor, retrospectively thanking the originator of those lines.)
In this frenzied day and age people post no end of anything and everything about themselves and their personal/private lives but carry on like bludgeoned bunnies if they see even a long shot photo of themselves online. Crazy, but I reckon it reflects the insane time we live in.